It goes like this: the party has just beaten the Big Bad Evil Guy. The room beyond him is mostly empty, but the exit door is locked. Magic fails to budge the door, and lockpicks simply break. Next to the door is a small table, and on the table is a small gilt cage. There are two things in the cage. One is a key that looks like it might fit the lock; it is taped to the cage floor. The other is a small white rabbit, which is currently asleep.

The actual solution is simply to open the cage, take out the key, and use it to unlock the door. The point of the puzzle, though, is to sit back and laugh while the party goes through ridiculous contortions not to touch the cage or disturb the rabbit.

I cannot give you back your bunnies, but maybe I can give you justice. In the name of King Robert, the first of his name, king of the Andals, lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm........

Vodka Zombie:Take everything that punk owns or calls his own and give it to the homeless guy and his bunny.

That would be justice.

I thought maybe sewing him into a bag of rats and tossing him into the river would be justice. However, I have a higher regard for the rats than for him, so maybe he'd have to be sewn into the bag by himself.

I saw a similar POS local "policeman" do this to a poor kid's kitten in Honduras ... grabbed it right out of the kid's arms and dangled it by the scruff of its neck over a bridge laughing his ass of at the kid crying the whole time.

I guess it happened a lot down there because nobody seemed to give a crap, but I totally lost my shiat and ran straight at the farker just as he started his toss. I body-checked from behind and sent him lurching over the rail headfirst into the drink. The kitten was still arcing through the air for what seemed forever until I realized that it wasn't time that was creeping, the kitten was actually slowly rising through the air above the river like a furry balloon . The boy was pointing up and begging for someone to help as the little thing kept slowly going higher so I tried getting the cops, but I had pushed him off the bridge.

This story reminds me of a homeless man I'd see all the time in the small town where I went to college. One day I walked by him downtown and noticed he had a Siamese cat on a leash. He saw me looking and said "do you like my cat? He gets along great with my possum." The man opened his coat and sure enough, there was a baby possum in there. I imagine he didn't keep the possum for too long once it grew a bit, but I'd see him nearly every day walking around town with that cat on a leash.